Well, here I am…I'm bored! ENTERTAIN ME NOW! Just kidding! I am here to give you another chapter to my best story! ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I do not own xiaolin showdown, but I do own Angel.
Chapter 8: Back in my life
Angel's POV:
After I finished 4 more gallons of ice cream, I decided to go out for a walk. When I went into town, I saw my favorite jewelry shop. I know since I'm a rock star I could get anything I wanted, but I wanted the guy of my dreams to get it. I am not that demanding, but when he comes I want him to give me the best jewelry ever.
"May I help you, miss," said a cute guy, about sixteen or seventeen.
"No, thank you, I'm just window shopping," that took me years to not buy anything.
"Well, if you're looking, would you mind leaving? We are closing in five minutes, and we only stay open late for paying customers," he said, politely.
"Okay," I left the beautiful jewelry store and began walking down the street. Because it was so dark, I ran into someone.
"Sorry," we said at the same time.
Raimundo's POV:
I wonder who I just ran into. Hopefully, no one I know. When I took them over to the closest street lamp, I noticed who it was. It was Angel.
"Angel, what are you doing here?" I had forgotten I used the golden tiger claws to take me to the town were I turned into a dog.
"Aren't you supposed to be in China?" she asked back.
"Well…I wanted to go site seeing," I could tell she knew I was lying.
"There are no sites here, except the golf coarse and you are miles away from it," why would she think about golf at a time like this?
"I came here to, hopefully, run into you. I wanted to say I was sorry that I was kissed by Kimiko. The only reason she did that was nothing that I knew of, but she was dragging me around because of this story about an ex of yours that you are still into," I hope she forgives me.
"Raimundo, you are my first ex, and she sorta said that story a little to early," I should of asked her friends that introduced me to her who her last boyfriend was! Stupid me!
"So…you still like me?" I hope she does.
"I don't like you," she said.
"What?" I was confused.
"I love you," BOO-YA!
"Guess what," I said.
"You love me, too," am I that predictable?
"You're too smart to love me," I teased.
"Wanna bet?" she asked.
"No, I'm fine," I have no idea what I just said.
I walked her back home, and then I went back to the temple with a huge smile on my face.
"Clay," I said, waking him up, "I've got Angel back."
"Wow, you work fast," Clay replied.
"I'm going to bed," I said, before I left.
When I got in my room, Kim was in there in her bathrobe.
"Okay?" was all I could say before she started tacking of her robe.
"NO!" I yelled covering my eyes.
Soon Omi and Clay rushed in. After a moment of being disgusted, they covered their eyes, too.
"Kimiko, why are you not in any clothes?" Omi asked.
"Clay and Omi, leave! Raimundo and I have unfinished business!" she wishes.
"Kimiko, I forgot to tell you. I'm back with Angel, so give up the girlfriend act. Anyways, I didn't believe it for a second," I was so pissed of at Kim.
Kim bursted out in tears and ran out of my room. I guess she really does like me that much. I wish Angel were here to clear things up.
Spicers' house-Angel's POV:
"Jack, guess what!" I yelled as I entered his room.
"Raimundo came begging for forgiveness!" he was being so sarcastic.
"Yes! Even though you were sarcastic," I hate sarcasm.
"Raimundo and Angel, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Jack always does that when I have a crush on someone, but this was not a crush! I was in love with Raimundo!
"Oh, I wish," I sang.
"Oh, I wish I was an Oscar Mayer Weiner. That is what I truly like to be. 'Cause if I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner, everyone would be in love with me!" Jack is in love with Oscar Mayer jingles.
"My bologna has a first name. It's O-S-C-A-R. My bologna has a second name. It's M-A-Y-E-R. If you ask why I have to eat it every single day I'll say, ''Cause Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A!'" I sang at the top of my lungs.
"YAY! Praise the almighty Oscar Mayer!" Jack said, bowing down to a package of bologna.
"Boys and their bologna," I sighed, leaving his room so I could go to sleep.
YAY! Chapter 8 fin! I love Oscar Mayer, but I don't own it. GO OSCAR MAYER WEINERS! Okay, I love you bye-bye! R&R!